She imagined him sighing
beneath folded layers
of emotion,
as naivety delivered dates
upon the ceiling of his fears
and agreeance adhered
to misfortune...not future.
She glared grace in the face,
as foresight dared to appreciate
more than it could convey
and the pages of their path
showed belief another side...
yet they hastened to admit
that there was a certain hiatus,
as distance danced
ten thousand times too tall
and destiny soon swore at them
as they reversed back
whence they came.
Their breath buried itself
beneath nameless nouns
and twelve-step guides
provided temporary freedoms;
yet those selves on life's shelves
glared only through past...
through the pain of slain souls
who uttered love's dying plans.
Their bite marks denied faith
in dangerous eyes,
as feeling drew floods
along unfortunate veins
and undernourished hearts
wore wariness
like barbed wire,
as desire sought togetherness
in silence's starved smiles.
She asked for unimportance,
yet pranced with possibilities
as realities rendered
mere misunderstandings...
and as hand wore hope's suit
in pursuit of spirit's whole,
voice vehemently ventured
along tinctures untouched.
She came here simply
to tread upon truth,
to write rights
and prevent petty wrongs--
to share the care
she genuinely feels
for his warmth of welcome
and for his acceptance
of her...
without judgement
and to know bliss
within the kisses
of re-written tales.
Silver trophy winner
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